The Illusion of Mere Survival or the Survival of Mere Illusion

If, dear reader, you might, ever and anon, feel compelled to poke your head above the common herd to assess, as it were, that its general direction is perhaps nothing short of impending disaster, then you might have some inkling that apparent "best practices" are less than worthless. That is, in Darwinian parlance, your very fitness for survival is merely an illusion, from whence you know not, leading irrevocably to the doom of your "species."

But isn't this the unspoken premise of the veritable ninety nine and forty-four one hundredth percent of what is staged day in and day out for your "viewing pleasure?" I mean who can argue with that which as clear as day for all to see? For, from time immemorial, as far as we were meant to know, has it not always been thus? Like incense from a swinging censor we do attempt to sleep and dream, with a forlorn hope that there is balm in Gilead.

Otherwise you have no choice but to kick against the pricks.

Goya The Inquisition Tribunal